Of those secret codes for love I want to talk. Were vital, essential, ridiculous to our eyes today, which makes them unnecessary, but then ... when there was no phone, no freedom that now surrounds us ...
THE FAN
Our grandmothers, because the iron social norms of his time, had to invent this sign language to enable them to carry out their amorous contacts: The language of the fan.
range dictionary / English, is very extensive. Played an important role in human relations and more specifically in the flirtation between women and men, which were expressed desires, feelings or rejection by this supplement. The fan was par excellence a genuine code of signals between the ladies and gentlemen of the time.
. FLOWERS
Older and complete the range of , is the language of flowers, sometimes called floriografía . Was refined in the Victorian era, where various flowers and floral arrangements were used to send coded messages, serving individuals to express feelings that otherwise might never talk. King Charles II of England brought the art collecting sources from Sweden to Persia, in the s. XVII. Floral language of Japan is called Hanakotoba.
The meanings of such language have been forgotten today, but red roses still imply passionate, love romantic, pink roses a lesser affection; white roses suggest virtue and chastity is yellow roses friendship or devotion. While there is no exact translation of the Victorian sentiments, the flowers are still transmitted and meanings.
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Moza collecting on the key code
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BUSINESS CARDS
BUSINESS CARDS
And what about business cards? who have a specific meaning in terms of some folds that are made on them.
Any method was Good: Just not enough to type "standard" and that everyone knew: It had to come up with a changing code and collecting, in a careless or forced encounter, the envelope with the key.
And in our Alhambra? And in our neighborhood ...? Also, too ...! We would not be less!
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. Heliograph
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ALBAICÍN FROM
might seem a legend Granada-albaycinera, worthy of inclusion in our Anthology Story, but I told my friend John, that of Dúrcal, whose protagonist was an uncle, a priest at that time: in love and convinced them to flee to a convent novice Albaicín through the Morse Code, charged with a mirror and a flashlight she signs it. (This code is learned both in summer vacation). The story is so bizarre that I, knowing the prodigious imagination and fantasy of my friend, I have reservations, but was more or less like this:
After the call to prayer from a nearby tower (can not remember which) , taking advantage of the rapid twilight winter when they invaded the forest shadows of the Alhambra, the novice, the friend told him his troubles with heliographs or light signals through a mirror from his cell.
From the Alhambra, separated by the narrow channel of the Darro, her lover expected to close over the darkness and conveyed with the help of an oil lantern signals curtain.
When were mature love, a wild night at the stroke of twelve strokes (as always happens in these stories), it was she who jumped over the wall on the narrow alley, where the yearning lover waited two strong mules mountain, clothes and money.
forcing the pace, and always on roads less traveled, at the dawn and were sheltering in a farmhouse near Purullena. Traveling always with crews of laborers, arrived in Almería, where a cargo of grapes led to Oran, and from there jumped to Havana, where he spent more than 20 years. Returned to the village where her parents died, the true culprits in this story.
What I say about this beautiful testimony of floral language, which tells how they spent our sultanas ...?
"Incomprehensible went to Don Frederic Zulema left the field near the source. Knight was so skilled at deciphering this sort of writing that neither the most gallant Arab could overtake them. But this time nothing bothered twirling flowers that set of not understanding the secret that they contained. A few buttons showed him the record evergreen Zulema. And then a rose bush came to remind him of his bad luck. The colchicum clearly told: spent time happiness, but making a broom at her side, filled him with hope. Harder then I wanted to penetrate the meaning and in a thousand petty crisócomo flowers only meant something: not be expected. knew then that Zulema forced to do that in the presence of Hagib industry, had set him a thousand little things, just to indulge its annoying passenger, but still a heliotrope that towered in the middle, with silent voice yelled, I love you, and this consoled him. "
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NITO
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